Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 66

Claire twirled her fork through the untouched spaghetti absentmindedly, entirely lost in her thoughts. She'd been moody all day, and I was sincerely concerned..

I was expecting a lot of stories about how her date went, the excitement in her voice as she gushed over the details, but she'd been quiet about it all day.

"Claire? What's wrong?" I broke the silence amidst the small chatter of colleagues around the cafeteria. "You've been like this all day."

She dragged in a long breath and set her fork on the plate. She hadn't even touched her food yet.

"I am fine, Kasmine," she released the breath she was holding, forcing a smile.

"We both know that's a lie." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Did he do something? Your date. Did he hurt you?" My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, my mind already racing through a hundred ways to make the bastard pay.

She hesitated-too long. That pause was an answer in itself

"Not really, but..." Her voice trailed off before she sighed, her shoulders slumping. "It just... it wasn't what I expected, that's all. We didn't really talk about us-or, well anything intimate. He just kept asking questions that had nothing to do with me. Nothing personal."

A flicker of hurt passed through her eyes before she shrugged, feigning indifference. “But it's nothing to worry about."

She took a sip from her orange juice, probably to wash down the lump I knew was forming in her throat. I knew Claire too well. She was only holding back from crying at this point.

"Nothing to worry about?" I scoffed, sitting up straighter. Claire, if he made you feel like this, I swear to the gods

She laughed suddenly, cutting me off before I could finish my threat, “Come on, Kasmine. Don't worry about it. I'm certain our next date will be better," She replied lightly, but I was no fool. She was hurt.

I blinked.

Next date?

"You're going out with him again?" My brows pulled together.

"Yeah" She nodded quickly, like she'd already made peace with it. "He wasn't bad. He just..." Another pause. Another excuse formed in her head for this jerk. "He just.... He was a bit detached, but... maybe that's just how some men are, right?” She let out a weak chuckle, swirling the straw in her orange juice.

"Claire." My voice flattened, my stomach twisting uncomfortably. "You're making excuses for him."

"No, I'm not!" she said quickly, too quickly. "It's just... maybe he's just the type that takes time to open up. Maybe he doesn't know how to have those kinds of conversations yet. Not everyone is good at this dating thing, Kasmine. I know this man, and I am not surprised if this is truly how he is "

I stared at her with a sinking heart. She believed that. She was forcing herself to believe it

the hell was this man anyway? And how did he worm himself into my friend's heart so much that she was

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made you feel like this, if he made you feel unseen, unheard, like you weren't even there, why

mine. She was so close to admitting the truth about how she felt, about how much

hand away, plastering

picking up her fork again, though she still didn't eat. "I'll give him another chance.

was too careful with her words and expressions today like she was

asked, "I

either. He asked the driver to bring me to the office

saying he has something

count nance drop a bit, but she masked it well since she was

any

still at the house,"

replied and I honestly didn't like the way I felt

Guilty.

around her fork, her fingers pressing into the metal

tensed while her lips pressed into a

she exhaled

resentment bubbling

wish she would just disappear." She said, and

in her voice, "What the hell

say?"

gaze with an eye roll, "I'm being honest, Kasmine.

she even realize how

sounding crazy right now. You have

coolly, "I'm just tired of her being there Hanging around him. Always

in his life, maybe he'd finally see me one

knew June wasn't even the

Twas.

feel knowing that I was actually fucking Kester, and he had sworn never to look at another woman

Claire," I said in a quieter

out a bitter laugh. "Guess what? I do. I've always wanted him since I was seventeen,